beyond repair

people suspect a happy go-lucky girl a contious smile a care free world, no-one would suspect insecurities nor heartache beyond repair.
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Moving on

I've completly convinced myself I'm over it. But there is always slight doubt, If you love something. You can never fully let go. I got as close as could be, but I always seem to hear their name, see their face, hear their words, and I still do feel my throat tingeling, my eyes watering. I miss them; It almost feels like they don't want me to forget, like I should of never given up. But, it's never as simple. I keep telling myself, it's better if i don't reconnect, after everything they put me through, after I convinced myself I hate them. But the truth is. . .
I can't hate them. I don't hate them. I never can hate them.